Yep, this is Acid Mothers Temple in yet another disguise, but you know
what to expect: long, trippy guitar jams with folk and/or drone
interludes that are so simple it is funny, but which always sound
perfect and bliss-inducing. Now a trio, Makoto and company just seem to
have an endless source of ideas, and aren’t afraid to use all of
them. Legendary Guru Guru maven Mani Neumeier guests on one track,
making AMT’s debt to Krautrock explicit.Five
instrumental tracks that will sound epic live, "3" is a collage of
psychedelic goodness from the newly christened Diza Star and the Pink
Ladies Blues. A legend by any other name is still sweet, unless it is
something shitty like Dead Kennedys with a child actor on vocals.Mike WOOD._________________________________________________________________________________________

I don't really give a shit about Acid Mothers Temple right now or
pretty much since the late '90s, so either they're gonna be an
expensive, later-in-life «surprise,» or history will prove
me right. But I review all that I'm submitted, and this one is the
latest in the AMT line, albeit with that name crossed out and the
above, more descriptive moniker in place for Magic Aum Gigi and two
decamped refugees. Mani Neumeier of Guru Guru guests on drums on the
first track, a very cool psychedelic re-enactment of hot evenings by
the ocean. The wandering continues on after that, blurred by errant
«righteousness» and some nearsighted bits of
experimentation. Yet the last track on here ignites with incredible
pressure, raw bluesy chording smashed flat against percussive boulders,
impacting with the unbreathable atmosphere of the Dead C. Two jams
versus the 197 copies of this thing that supposedly were made, and
you're pretty much out of options: now or never. I'm at least glad to
have this one handy for the next time I'm doing shots of pineal gland
juice.Doug MOSURAK._________________________________________________________________________________________